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After several moments, he licked his lips, speaking in a low
but serious tone. “I’m going to give you exactly what you want. What you need,
Selene. But first…” He paused, a clap of thunder rattling the window behind
them. “Take off your robe.”

Selene started to reply but the tone of his voice and the
darkness that had settled behind his eyes told her that she’d better not
protest. Something about him was frightening and she found it strangely erotic.
She quickly obeyed, feeling the fluttering in her belly bubble over. Her
fingers were clumsy as she pulled at the sash on her robe. She looked down at
the knot, a tangled bit of slippery silk.

“No,” Julian said, his voice taking on a sharp edge that
caught her attention. “Keep your eyes on me, pet.”

Selene looked up, her eyes locking onto his as the knot
pulled free. A flash of lightning illuminated the room, highlighting the curves
of her body as the robe slid from her shoulders and down her arms. For a moment
she hesitated, not wanting to let the fabric, that last shred of control, slip
from her body, but Julian’s eyes narrowed. With a deep breath she let it go and
stood before him naked. A warm flush heated her cheeks and instinctively she
tried to cover herself. She and Julian had been together for a while and had
slept together many times. But her shyness had always gotten the better of her.
Never had she allowed him to look at her body, nude and unobstructed by
darkness. Her mind raced, going over each and every imperfection and praying he
wouldn’t notice. She felt exposed, trapped by his gaze, but to her surprise it
didn’t waver.

“Do not cover yourself,” he said, the hard edge of his voice
turning somewhat softer. “Do not ever hide your body from me again, Selene. You
are a stunning beauty, made to be enjoyed by my eyes. Do you understand?” He
watched with a resolute gaze until she placed her hands at her sides and
nodded. “Good girl. Now come here,” he commanded, gesturing to his side. She
obeyed, this time without hesitation, to stand at his side. Again she was
highly aware of his proximity, could almost feel the heat radiating from his
skin. Selene was fearful of what might happen next, but more afraid that it
wouldn’t. Whatever Julian had in mind, her heart was racing and she felt alive
in a way that she hadn’t in a very long time.

Selene relaxed as she felt his hand on her hip. Gently it
slid over her skin, following the curve of her hip and the slope of her belly.
With a slow cadence, he touched her, feeling each and every intake of breath
and letting her suspense grow with the passing minutes. When she groaned
slightly, he smiled. “Are you enjoying my touch, pet?” She did not answer, but
nodded, closing her eyes and enjoying the gentle caress. Suddenly he pulled his
hand away and snapped it sharply against her thigh, drawing a surprised yelp
from Selene. “Answer me, Selene.”

“Yes,” she said.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice was a whisper, almost embarrassed to
answer, but her excitement was stoked by the strange title. The spot on her
thigh where he’d struck her still stung, but there was something underneath. A
feeling that she could not place, somewhere in that gray area between pleasure
and pain. It was what she’d been needing.

“Good girl,” he replied, sliding the palm of his hand from
her thigh around to the fleshy curve of her ass. His fingertips trilled along
the space where her thigh met her ass, making her squirm, then gently squeezing
the flesh. “A good girl, but that will hardly save you.” Before she could
breathe, taking in his words, his hands closed around her wrist. In a movement
that was both graceful and rough, Julian pulled her over his lap, steadying her
position with an arm across her lower back.

“Julian!” Selene exclaimed once her shock had subsided
enough for her to speak. “What in the hell are you doing?” She struggled under
his grip, trying to find her footing and stand up. At first his dark seduction
had been interesting, but now he was truly frightening her. He couldn’t
possibly mean to do this. “Let me go!”

“Keep still,” he growled, seemingly unaffected by her
vehement protests. “I’m going to spank you, pet. For my pleasure and yours…”

“Julian,” Selene whined, “let me go. This is ridiculous…”

“Hush, little one,” he said, his voice dropping to barely a
whisper. “You’ve nothing to fear.” His voice was hypnotic as he spoke quietly
to her. His hands combed through her hair, pushing it from her cheek to spill
over her shoulder. The gentle timbre of his voice calmed her and after a few
moments she had abandoned the struggle, her skin tingling as his hands roamed
freely over her skin. As she lay there, waiting to see what was going to happen
next, his fingertips stroked lightly down her spine. Her skin tingled, almost
burning as his hands slid lower. Wide sweeps of his palm flowed over the fleshy
folds of her ass and down each thigh. Over and over he tried to allay her
fears, quieting her desperate cries with the gentle caress of his voice.

“Ask for it, Selene,” he growled, leaning over her so that
she could feel his breath. “I’ll give you anything. All you need do is ask.”
His words were laced with a delicious poison, clouding her mind and her
judgment. Her resolve to be silent was waning and she could feel the words
dancing on the tip of her tongue.

“I don’t know how,” she whined, biting her lip when the edge
of his thumb grazed the lips of her sex. He lingered, gauging her reaction as
he rubbed in an agonizingly measured path, but never letting the tip slide
between them. Selene squirmed, praying that he would allow her some small
release. Immediately he took his hand away and she groaned, lamenting the loss
of his warmth. Then just as suddenly, it landed on her backside with an audible
slap. At first she was shocked by the sting, then by the humiliation. Then a
most curious feeling of warmth began to blossom under his palm, spreading
outward until it reached the apex of her thighs.

“Say it, Selene. ‘Please spank me, sir.’ I know you can say
it, pet. Tell me what you want.” Before she could reply he swatted her again,
this time a bit harder than the last. The blow landed in almost exactly the
same spot, heating it up and making the skin blush with the impact. “Please,
sir, spank me,” he prompted.

“Please,” Selene whispered.

Another blow landed, this time on the other cheek. “Please
what?” Julian’s hand, large and sinuous, rested against her backside, rubbing
gently as if to massage the stinging sensation into the flesh. It was an exquisite
blend of pleasure and pain. She could feel the tiny petals encasing her sex
swell as blood rushed to the surface, making it tingle. It was an itch that she
desperately wanted to scratch, but all she could do was press her body against
his lap and pray that he wouldn’t notice.

“Please, sir…” she whined, her hair falling in thick
cascades across her cheek, hiding the blazing blush that had risen there.
“Please, sir,” she began, and then in a low whisper, “spank me.”

Julian purred. The words were an aphrodisiac. Instantly
Selene could feel his cock, resting beneath her midsection, coming to life. For
a moment she wanted nothing more than to slide from his lap and take the warm
and throbbing bit of flesh into her mouth, but his grip around her waist was
tight. He wouldn’t be letting her go any time soon. In fact, before she could
brace herself, he unleashed a torrent of slaps, raining them down in rapid
succession over her upturned backside. Slap! Slap! The sound echoed in the
silence of the room, underscored by the rumble of thunder outside and Selene’s
gasps. She was breathing heavily, unsure how much more she could take without
crying out. Mercifully he stopped, pausing until she relaxed. Her whimpers
turned to groans as the tips of his fingers feathered against the heated flesh.
She pressed her forehead against the coverlet, thankful for its cool surface.
After a few moments, his palm rested on the curve of her bottom then began to
knead roughly. “Your skin is so smooth, Selene. And now so hot. I rather like
it this way, love,” Julian breathed. She sobbed, taking big gulps of air and
squirming away. “Shhh…there, there,” he whispered. “Is it so very bad, pet?”
The pads of his fingers slid along the curved globe above her thighs until they
reached the apex between them. The heat of her warmed backside had prompted her
to open her legs slightly so that her sex peeked out from between them. The
lips of her sex felt swollen with arousal and Julian rumbled deep down in his
throat as he fingered them lightly. Again Selene groaned, an involuntary
movement forcing her backward toward his caress. She wanted more, but the words
swum in her head, mingling with the cloudy mist of arousal. Slowly his fingers
pushed between the moistened folds of her sex and slid back and forth. She was
slick and wanting. She moaned again, her thighs falling farther apart as her
body begged him to go on. A single finger pressed fully inside, past the tight
inner petals, seeking out the source of her femininity. Selene could feel how
easily he slipped inside, how the moisture had already begun to drip with an
agonizing viscosity down the insides of her thighs. Though she struggled, it
was obvious how much she wanted this.

“My naughty little pet,” Julian scolded. “You wanted this
badly, didn’t you?” When she didn’t respond right away, his free hand came down
against her ass with another resounding smack. Again Selene jerked forward and
another shriek escaped from her throat. “Didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she choked, trying to keep the tears from her voice.

“Yes what?” he prompted, rubbing the stinging into her
bottom.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, squinting her eyes and tensing
all over as he began spanking her again. Over and over the blows rained down,
each one sparking another whine louder than the one before. When he stopped
this time, a single tear was running down her cheek. Pulling his hand away, he
gently took her arm and pulled her upright. She sniffled, allowing him to help
her up. Despite her struggling, he pulled her into his lap, hugging her tightly
against his chest.

“You’re doing so well, pet. Taking it all so bravely.” His
thumb brushed over the crest of her cheekbone, gathering the small tear that
had fallen from the corner of her eye. He examined the sparkling drop for a
moment, then pressed the thumb to his lips, tasting its salty sweetness. “What
a beautiful gift. I will cherish your tears, Selene.” Running a fingertip under
her chin, he tipped her head back and leaned down, kissing her deeply. Their
tongues tangled, swirling together in a sensual dance. She breathed deeply,
taking him in and letting his mouth possess hers. One hand pressed against the
small of her back, pulling her tightly against him as they kissed. The other he
drew up her side, the tickling sensation making her squirm. As she did, the
dull pain in her backside was reignited and she groaned. He let his palm rest
against her breast. His hand was warm, still heated from the force of its
impact against her ass. Her nipple swelled instantly, forming a hard bead under
his fingers. Julian rubbed in slow circles, worrying the prickling flesh
between his thumb and forefinger then tugging gently outward to draw more moans
and cries from Selene. She was so aroused, so tender. Every molecule in her
body was on edge and she felt completely alive. But he wouldn’t let her find
release just yet. This was part of the game. To drive her higher toward climax,
then let her fall back, over and over, until finally she wouldn’t be able to
stand it any longer. No longer would she be afraid to ask for what she wanted.
In fact this time she’d be pleading.

“Climb up on the bed, pet. I want to see you on your knees,”
he whispered. His voice had a gravelly edge that Selene recognized. She tried
to hide her smile as she climbed onto the massive bed. He was just as turned-on
as she, though he was doing an excellent job of hiding it. The thought made her
feel powerful and sexy, so much so that she made an extravagant show of
slithering into the middle of the bed. Her hair, still wet from the shower, hung
down in her face in loose tendrils. Selene knew that he was watching her and
she wanted to see. Throwing her hair back, she gazed over her shoulder at him
and what she saw made her breath catch in her chest. The loose jeans he’d been
wearing were puddled on the floor at his feet and he stood against the wall
completely naked. His sun-kissed skin was smooth and taut over the muscles of
his shoulders and chest. The sharp line of his pelvis pointed her eyes downward
to where his hands stroked lazily at his cock. It stood straight out, swollen
with desire as he watched her move. Selene’s mouth watered. She hoped that at
some point this weekend she would be allowed to taste the savory liquid that
collected at the tip. “Good girl,” he whispered. “Stay there on your hands and
knees.” Julian pushed away from the wall and walked toward the bed, his hand
still wrapped around the base of his cock. As he approached, he drew his
fingertips along the back of her thigh. Just a whisper of a touch, but Selene
jumped anyway. He smiled, letting his fingertips linger there awhile before
sliding them higher. He cupped her sex firmly in his hand, moving it back and
forth and roughly massaging her slit. “Lest you be confused about your
enjoyment, little one…” He paused, his fingertips slip-sliding over the curve
of her ass, leaving a streak of her own fluid. She moaned, the moisture cold
and sticky on her skin. “Such a naughty pet,” he purred, bringing his hand down
hard against her flesh. “You haven’t learned a thing.” His words went straight
to her center and she shuddered. “But it’s all right, love. We’ve got all
night.”

Selene knew he was watching. Could feel his eyes burning
into her as he paced around the bed. She spied him out of the corner of her
eye, leaning down to pick up something that had been discarded on the bed. She
wondered what it could be, but the mystery was soon solved. Julian stood at her
side, showing her the hairbrush he’d been using to brush her hair earlier. The
polished wood shone in the dim candlelight, reflecting tiny sparkles all over
her body. The stiff boar-hair bristles slid gently down her back as he moved it
in wide sweeps, letting her feel the rough surface. Selene bit her lip,
stretching out like a sleepy cat, pressing her head into the pillow beneath.
“That’s right, pet—head down and back straight.” Julian stroked the brush down
her back, then carefully over the sensitive curve of her buttocks, still
throbbing with the sting of his previous attentions. The brush moved lower at
an agonizing pace. He carefully avoided her sex but came close with each pass.
Selene moaned, moving her body back toward the brush. Without warning, Julian
snapped the back of the brush against her thigh, making Selene cry out.
“Patience, love,” he scolded, brushing her hair back from her face and leaning
over to place a tender kiss at her temple. She winced, expecting another blow,
but the prickling sensation of the bristles sliding over her skin continued. It
dipped between her thighs, raking up and down their insides, making the skin
burn and tingle. “Open your legs, Selene,” he commanded. She obeyed, widening
her stance so that her sex was fully exposed to the cool night air. Again the
thunder rumbled as if to mimic the feelings that tumbled over themselves deep
in the pit of her belly. The breeze that ruffled the curtains and wafted
through the room licked at her moistened nether lips. “So beautiful.”

Selene held her breath, afraid to move in the moments before
he touched her. Her muscles were tight. She had no idea what was going to
happen next. What feast of sensation awaited her this time? Would she feel the
tender touch of his fingertips along her sex? Perhaps he would strike her
again. Would she feel his body moving behind her as his cock pushed inside? She
didn’t care, only knew that whatever happened, she wasn’t sure she would be
able to stand it. After several excruciating moments she felt the coarse quills
of the antique brush against the lips of her sex. Slowly at first, Julian
worked the brush up and down, stroking the dewy petals and watching the skin
turn pink with the friction. Selene whined, trying to arch her back higher and
intensify the sensation. But of course he wanted to tease. All at once he
pulled the brush away, making goose bumps pop out all over her skin. There was
only a second’s pause before he brought the carved back of the brush down hard,
narrowly missing her sex. Selene howled, more in pleasure than pain. He struck
her twice more, both times landing close to her center, the cracking sound
startling them both. She was quiet, biting down hard on her lip. Julian paused,
reaching forward and drawing a gentle fingertip over the small of her back.
“Are you all right, pet?” he whispered. “Shall I stop?” Again the spines were
brushing against her, this time farther forward so that they licked at her
swollen clitoris. She mewled, moving her hips in time with the rhythm of his
instrument. “Have you had enough?” When she did not answer he drew back again,
spanking her welted bottom five more times, the last one landing squarely on
her mound.

“Please,” Selene gasped.

“Please what?” he asked, swatting her lightly.

“Please, sir…”

Julian smiled. The desperation and pleasure in her voice was
apparent. She was so close to the edge. So close to finding her release. “Please.
Sir. What?” Each word was accented with a smarting strike to her pussy.

She cried out, nearly screaming. “Please… I want to come…”
She spat the words before she could stop herself. Never before had she asked
for her orgasm, but there was something so erotic, so utterly intense about the
experience that he needed only to graze the rough bristles across her center
before she was crying out and bucking her hips. “Oh, Julian,” she gasped,
unable to form coherent words as she rode the wave of her climax. She wanted to
maintain her control. To keep some semblance of herself, but it was useless.
Selene had become a slave to her body. An extremely willing slave, reduced to
nothing but the trembling contractions that thrummed through her insides. After
several moments she collapsed, falling forward on the bed. Her breathing came
in heavy gasps and for a moment Selene was certain that she was dying. She
wanted more but was afraid that her heart wouldn’t stand it. Never before had
she felt like this. Julian had always been a more than capable lover, but what
had just passed between them had been almost inhuman.